Sarah and Rachel are like the two big sisters that I'll never have. See, it's impossible for me to have a big sister unless mommy and daddy somehow find a rip in the space-time continuum, go back to 2004, and have another child who happens to be a girl before they have me.
Sarah and Rachel are lots of fun to play with...they appreciate Hello Kitty just as much as I do, and they have a fun Barbie bus that I push around while I methodically (some may say "obsessively") place Barbie sitting up straight in the driver's seat placing her hands on the steering wheel before I will even consider pushing said bus. I learned how women drive by watching mommy. Now if they had a Ken doll, I would methodically place Ken's knee on the steering wheel while he texted with a blindfold on.
I keed, daddy, I keed.
Oh yeah, did I mention I spent 30 minutes going in and out of their dog Dakota's crate? No? Ok. I spent 30 minutes going in and out of their dog Dakota's crate.